After much seeking I found
What is indeed worse than loneliness.
It’s not quite different, but pretty abhorrent-
Alienation, being an outcaste in a culture.
Worse so, if it is your identity de-cultured
(Or so they say) by ages of separation
From the roots. Severed into perdition.
Now an incomplete adult revisiting.
Need to learn much, cease to be as such.
Know when you turn, you are the issue.
Your dress, your speech, your friends,
All too base, so far removed from norm
That it is immoral, needless pretence.
You can try pleasing, but please, it’s useless.
You eat when they ask, drink when they say,
Sleep when they want. Dream whenever you may
Seek sanity. You get sanity in dreams alone.
And when you have dreamt enough,
Come back. It’s time for another meal.
That’s all there is. If not with sense,
Stuff yourself with food so that you live.
Evening entertainment gossips of congeniality.
Be sure, the moment you leave, you become
The new subject, target showing impropriety.
And some day, from some distant cousin
You will hear of a promiscuous mad woman,
Then you realize, it is you being spoken.
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